It was a quiet afternoon when baby monkeys Lyka and Lito scurried through the hallway, their tiny feet tapping quickly across the floor. Their noses twitched — the scent of ripe bananas and warm milk was coming from the kitchen. That could only mean one thing: Mom was nearby.
Lyka was the first to peek into the kitchen. “Mom!” she squeaked happily, hopping in with excitement. Lito followed behind, eyes wide with joy — but his mood shifted the moment he saw Mom already cuddling Lyka.
Mom gently rubbed Lyka’s back while stirring a warm pot of food, humming softly. Lito froze at the doorway. His little lip began to quiver.
“Why her first?” he thought.
With no warning, Lito let out a wail. He stomped into the room, arms flailing, and flopped onto the kitchen mat like a dramatic pancake. He kicked, rolled, and cried loudly, trying to outdo the sound of Mom’s humming. “Me! Me! Hug me now!” his cries seemed to shout.
Mom turned with surprise, then gave him a calm look. “Lito… sweetie,” she whispered and reached out one arm.
But Lito wasn’t satisfied yet. He turned away from her, sniffling and pouting, making sure she noticed how sad he felt.
Lyka watched, wide-eyed, then scooted aside to make room. Mom finally wrapped both arms around Lito and pulled him into her lap. His tantrum stopped instantly.
He sniffed once more, then laid his head on her chest, content and calm again.
Lyka giggled. “Drama boy,” she whispered.
But Lito didn’t care. He had Mom now, and that was all he wanted.
In the end, both babies snuggled together in Mom’s arms, the warm smell of food around them — and peace finally returned to the kitchen.
